Heals not the time treats marine surf, Heals a good day and a dozen books. If the former cuts at some rest, That Panacea is a new happy moment.
If love remains locked up The pain will not retreat, the heart does not raise. This is a disease, and how you are neither cool, It takes no time, the time will kill soon.
People go, with it comes pain, Worse than just rush from the Sky. If the past is like a salt wound, You do not hold, they let go of him.